My mothering skills sometimes leave something to be desired. I really should have known better. This evening Simon was searching the top of Michael's desk for something to play with. I skipped by the obvious hazards (loose change, pencils, etc.) and offered him a wrapped Blow Pop lollipop. I figured he'd play with the wrapper for a while and get tired of it, but no. A few minutes after I handed it to him he managed to gnaw through the wrapper and expose the candy (green apple flavor). What the hell? I figured he wouldn't be able to unwrap it, and I was right, but I never imagined he would gnaw through plastic. As soon as I saw that he was sucking on a small exposed patch of candy I took it away. He screamed as if in pain. He'd developed a taste for sugar and he wanted more.
Here's where I made my second mistake. I gave the Blow Pop back to him. I was planning on taking him with me to the pharmacy in a few minutes and I didn't want him screaming even before we got in the car. I gave him the candy and tried desperately to think of a way to get him to turn his attention elsewhere. Very silly of me. He was having a great time with his sticky, sugary treasure.
I grabbed him and put him in the car. The second his butt hit the carseat he went nuts, crying and yelling. I let him keep the lollipop while I buckled him in. At this point he was no longer interested in eating it, but held it clenched tightly in his hand while he cried. Fine. I let him hold it for the entire drive (15 minutes), but in the CVS parking lot I took the lollipop away and threw it outside the car. Littering, I know, but it was necessary.
I took my sobbing baby out of the carseat and took a look at him. He was so damn sticky. Like an animal in the wild caring for her young, I licked his cheeks clean and put one of his hands in my mouth to get the stickiness off. This is when I had a brilliant idea: I should keep some baby wipes in the car so I don't have to tongue-bathe my son.
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I was just talking to Randy about the candy situation we have. We didn't let Molly have candy till she was 3 and she wasn't that crazy about it anyway, lucky us. Max has already accidentally tried candy. He found it in Molly's room in her trick or treat back. It was a tiny rolled pack of sweet tarts. He also, ate through the plastic and I also was in a hurry to go pick up Molly from school. I had to take
the candy with us so he wouldn't scream in the stroller. Well, now I can't walk with him in the stroller anymore because he remembers the candy and cries (screams) for it. I offer cracker snacks or granola, but he throws it to the ground :( evil candy!!
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